RP:Muzo brews Rowen a tonic. A Collectors item, for the especially astute imperial wedding aficionado

Setting

Muzo's The Cellar 1st Oct 2011

Narrow, winding stairs of local blackstone lead to a landing from which one may enter a crowded cellar. Along the east wall runs a sturdy set of cabinets, atop these a counter, and atop the counter is a rather dazzling and animated setup. Bubbling retorts, steamy alembics, spiraling condensers, and all manners of grossly elaborate glassware stand in a merry chorus of hisses, burbles, and drips. Above the counter are hanging shelves, filled with powders, liquids, and preserved specimens, all haphazardly arranged in unlabeled containers of every shape and size. A handful of books join the muddled mix, each on various scientific subjects, their pages all heavily annotated in the same scratchy handwriting. Continuing around the room, there's a hand-pumped well over a chipped porcelain water trough, a tall cast-iron furnace with a heavy door and a small glass window, and various wooden crates. Among the crates, it seems someone has set up an oil lamp, a few dirty blankets, and a burlap sack stuffed with straw. The keen observer will see a rat-hole nestled amid the crates, and the keener observer will see a tiny doormat sitting before it, the word “welcome” stitched among its fibers. All in all, the room feels warm and alive, save but for a cold, musty draft, wafting upward from the stairwell. Its narrow steps continue downward, fading into shadow.

Now that everything is set up properly, he can finally take a moment to relax and admire

Muzo wipes his brow and sighs with satisfaction. The last of the equipment has been moved over, and the naga now stands with hands on his hips, regarding his little basement laboratory. It was a little tense, transporting his delicate glassware out from the basement of the tavern, but now that everything is set up properly, he can finally take a moment to relax and admire.

Rowen sniffs at the glassware disdainfully. "No, no, I'm sorry this is just completely unaccepatble. They must melt it all down and start again." ooc Want me to give you Test tubes fire resistant beakers etc hun?

Muzo blinks down to his little friend, and he grins a little sheepishly. "Will have to make do with what resources are available. Can still accomplish great things with such modest equipment." Modest my tail, Muzo internally notes. It would take him ages to recreate equipment this beautiful, even with the ready availability of a furnace and spare tubing. "Should manage fine."

Care to purchase a finest quality, commemorative treppaning drill my dear?

Rowen shakes her little rat head sadly at Muzo "I am sorry my dear, it just - will not - do. Why I can't find a single piece that is engraved to commemorate the Royal Wedding. I have some more beautiful souveniers in stock. Care to purchase a finest quality, commemorative treppaning drill my dear?"

Muzo gently shakes his head. "Careless of me to have forgotten. Too late to change now. Would need to... treppaning drill?" He blinks, thrown off track, and looks down a little confusedly to the little rat. "To commemorate a wedding?" He blushes. "No thank you. Could perhaps meet you half way and brew a commemorative tonic series?" Softly he bites his lower lip, hoping this offer might placate her highness.

Rowen cleans her whiskers some more, twitches her little pink nose and sighs. "As you are an old friend, and a loyal subject I will allow you merely to attach finest gilt edged labels to the stuff in honour of my wedding. Please have ten thousand bottles of imperial wedding commemorative tonic delivered to the Imperial Palace by 6 am tomorrow morning. It may help my loyal subjects obey my injunction to be euphorically happy at all times."

Rowen said, "ooc He needs a treppaning drill like a hole in the head!"

Now all he has to do is make ten thousand...

Muzo gives a silent sigh of relief. Oh thank goodness, he'd begun to worry that he couldn't talk his way out of this one. Now all he has to do is make ten thousand... "Ten thousand? Erm..." He worries his hands. "Was thinking more of a... ah... limited edition run. Collectors item, for the especially astute imperial wedding aficionado, yes?" He cocks his head lightly to the side and gives his forked tongue a flicker.

Rowen, the vain little rat turns one ear towards her scaled alchemist friend. "Sounds interesting, say a dozen bottles to retail at 7 million gold pieces each perhaps? You shall of course present them to your beloved empress free of charge."

Muzo nods and bows. "Of course. A privilege to serve. Will have them brewed and bottled by tomorrow morning." Still grinning, he straightens and moves to lift the lid away from one of the crates and check his stowed ingredients. Yes, he should have no trouble coming up with something, and besides, he could use a break from all this landmine and dragonbane business.

It really is no wonder that commemorative Royal Wedding rat poison is selling so well

Rowen the deluded lil' rat is finally satisfied, at least in this matter. She will doubtless be complaining about something else to her long suffering friend later. It really is no wonder that commemorative Royal Wedding rat poison is selling so well. "Thank you my loyal subject. I shall retire to my chamber, have the servants standing by ready to hurry in with my breakfast the moment I awake."

Muzo is already setting out various essences and powders. "Of course." He mutters half-aware, already becoming quite engrossed in this little project he's taken on. "Your majesty." Holding his breath, he begins carefully spooning colorful salts into a crucible. Funny, how a twitchy creature like himself can be so very steady when he wants to be...

Rowen scampers off into her rat hole, for some reason already wearing a frilly pink lace night cap.